Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing A Certain Ratio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.